Ant. Good heaven, they weep at parting!
Must I weep too? that calls them innocent.
I must not weep; and
yet I must, to think
That I must not forgive.—
Live, but live wretched; ’tis but just you should,
Who made
me so: Live from each other’s sight:
Let me not hear you meet. Set all the earth,
And all the seas, betwixt
your sundered loves:
View nothing common but the sun and skies.
Now, all take several ways;
And each
your own sad fate, with mine, deplore;
That you were false, and I could trust no more.
[Exeunt severally